Book of Gods and Demons

Darkness and cold hit at the same time.

Joe opened his mouth, blood spurting from his mouth.

The pouring rain whizzed down, making Joe's open eyes aching and painful.

One after another Kuang Lei passed behind the thick black clouds, bringing a terrifying loud noise.

From the direction of the old fort, a low rumbling sound kept coming, and the sound of trains passing by rolled over at high altitude, the earth was trembling, one after another fire was rising into the sky, and the white shock wave blew in the rain. A large vacuum was opened.

Near the pink mermaid, missing shells kept falling, and dozens of magnificent mansions collapsed, burned and turned into rubble in the sound of explosions.

Joe stared, his hands firmly holding the pointed iron rod that pierced his chest. The bloodshot eyes stared straight at the man holding the iron rod.

"Highlander..." Joe spit out the word easily.

Bulky, tall, long face, slightly curly hair, with a faint mutton smell on his body, his skin is dark, but his face is flushed red. This is the typical appearance of a highlander.

The four big guys laughed at the same time, their grinning smiles, one guy drew a round-headed war knife and moved towards Joe's neck.

"One head, ten Gold Coins. The head of the imperial black dog, floats up by 50%." In the thunderous sky, Joe heard the vague grunt of the man holding the sword.

Joe struggling, blood clogging his throat, he wanted to tell these four highland thugs that if they were willing to send him to the Mission Hospital in Port Tulum in time, he could give them one thousand A'ten Gold Coin' can even give them more.

The dull sound of horses hoofs approached quickly, and on the light poles of Try Alley, the gas street lamps swaying wildly by the wind shed quiet rays of light, and a dark war horse roar broke the rain. , Rushed out of the dark shadows in the alley and came to the place where the street lights were shining.

A mounted policeman wearing a silver-plated high-top copper helmet roared lowly, and the little cloak behind him was blown into flight by the violent wind,'crash-bang' rang. He raised a double-barreled flintlock lance in his left hand, "Boom" is two shots.

Throwing down the lance that shot in the air, the silver helmet mounted police swung his saber, moved towards the four plateau thugs riding horses and charging.

The heavy rain broke the white fog, and the street lights in Try Alley were quite bright. The mounted police saw Joe lying on the ground covered in blood.

He didn't see Joe's appearance clearly, but in that black police uniform, and that outstanding'burly' figure, only Joe was so tall and chubby in the entire Tulum Port police station.

"In the name of the imperial law...Go to death!" The saber tore the air apart, splitting hundreds of huge raindrops along the way, and slashed straight at the man holding the sword.

The guy on the plateau holding a pointed iron rod bowed his head and rolled, rolling several somersaults in the rain. Two bullets almost scratched his scalp, and Joe even heard the faint sound of the bullet breaking the hair.

Unfortunately, after all, it failed and failed to hit.

Behind the Silver Helmet Mounted Police, five mounted horses and bronze helmet mounted Mounted Police followed.

The highland man who was holding the saber and wanted to decapitate Joe let out a low roar, his body slid back, and the back of the saber with his left hand supported the back of the saber.

The Silver Helmet Mounted Police Sabre slashed on the saber with a crisp sound, and the two sharp long knives cracked a thumb-sized gap at the same time. The silver helmet mounted police rushed by, and at the same time they made a high-pitched shout: "Kill them and help their companions."

The man with a knife threw the right hand back heavily, and the silver helmet mounted police The impact of the warhorse almost broke his arm with a knife. His body shook violently, and before he could stabilize his figure, the horse had hit him.

Joe heard a shrill, clear skull cracking.

The galloping war horse rammed frontally, and almost all the bones of the upper body of the man with the knife were crushed.

The five Bronze Helmet Mounted Police at the back raised their left hands at the same time, each of them clasped a double-barreled flintlock lance. Intensive gunfire sounded, ten heavy bullets tore the rain curtain.

The two plateau guys who stood still had no time to dodge. The lead bullets penetrated their bodies, and blood constantly spurted from their wounds.

Joe vomited blood and smiled weakly.

Saved, saved.

The Mounted Police of Tulum Port are one of the two most deterrent military forces of the Tulum Port Police Station.

These mounted police are basically veterans who have been demobilized from the army. They have undergone rigorous military training and have fought bloody battles with the enemy on the battlefield. They basically have lives in their hands. They are both brave and good at fighting. They are real elite policemen, and Billy's'excellent soldiers' don't even deserve to help them carry their shoes.

A standard six-man Mounted Police squad can defeat the bandits several times its own in a frontal impact.

Qiao was vomiting blood, his fingers trembling, and he wanted to take out a pill from his waist pocket.

That is a life-saving pill.

The person who gave Joe the pill once solemnly told him that as long as the head is not cut off on the spot, as long as the heart is not crushed on the spot, this pill is enough to keep Joe alive.

The black shadow in front of him is getting thicker, and his body is getting colder and colder. Joe tried his best to take out this life-saving pill.

There was a violent roar from the rain.

The man armed with two poisoned scimitars easily repelled the mustache youth, bloated, huge monster, and didn't know how to rush into Tryst Alley.

He hissed and roared, his machete waved vigorously.

The blood light surged, the man on the plateau who was hit by the horse and flew backwards, his head flew high. Accompanied by the scimitar's piercing sound, his body was chopped into seven or eight segments, and the blood sprayed by the scimitar stained the walls on both sides of Tryst Alley red.

The highland guy who rolled on the ground, avoiding the silver helmet mounted police bullets hissed and screamed: "Kunker, my own person!"

The huge monster rushed heavily Then, he stepped on the stomach of the guy on the plateau who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. The guy on the plateau suddenly pumped out his body with a mouthful of blood.

"My own person?" The huge monster roared in a low voice: "No one of my own! Little rookie, ka beng is crisp!"

The huge body broke the rain curtain and swayed. There was a white mist, slaughtered roar, and hit the silver helmet mounted police horse. There was a dull loud noise, and the strong warhorse made a painful neigh. It, together with the silver helmet mounted policeman on its back, was knocked back and flew out at the same time.

With one blow, the horse and the mounted police flew back more than thirty feet, and one head hit the five mounted police who charged behind.

For a while, people turned their backs on their horses, and the roar of war horses and the cries of pain from the mounted police were endless.

Kuangtu laughed wildly, he rushed forward, the scimitar took up the cold light, two lucky horses jumped off the horse back in advance, and the mounted police who avoided the impact only saw the cold light flashed , Their bodies were chopped into more than a dozen pieces by successive cuts.

"ka beng is crisp." Kuangtu's'ka ka ka' smiled strangely.

A sharp police whistle came from behind, and heavy footsteps came down the alley.

In just a few breaths, a group of policemen wearing black uniforms with round bodies and plump faces, who can be called the'outstanding representatives' of the Tulum Port Police Department, ran down the Try Alley.

Kuangtu raised the huge scimitar and moved towards the group of breathless police officers grinning.

A group of police officers stiffened at the same time, and suddenly stopped.

Kuangtu wielded the machete, moved towards the six war horses squeezed into a group, and the four mounted police hacked down. The scimitar tore the air and screamed'chi chi'. Flesh and blood flew across, blood spurted, and the fine limbs spurted tens of feet, and the alley suddenly became a flesh and blood slaughterhouse.

Qiao was lying in the rain, tilting his head, looking helplessly at this tragic scene.

The heat in his chest is getting hotter and hotter, fear and anger coexist, rushing and roaring wildly in his heart.

A dozen round and chubby policemen screamed at the same time. They turned around with difficulty, then bowed their heads and vomited, vomiting and exhausted all one's strength. They cried and turned around. escape.

A large swath of phosphorescent moth dropping from the sky.

They lightly landed on these policemen, and then the bodies of these policemen quickly shriveled. After a few steps, they turned into skinny corpses and fell heavily to the ground.

The white mist is thick again, and the slight piccolo sound is quite subtle, as if a sharp steel wire is gently pierced on a person's heart.

A black figure with a bowler hat, a short cloak, and a small package on his back appeared beside Joe. He looked down at Joe, and there was a hoarse laughter with great pleasure in Tryst Alley. Sounded in.

"Praise the Spirit of Corruption...what a surprise harvest, a prey with such rich blood energy."

"Little cuties, come on, come on, here There is a perfect meal waiting for you!"

The moth gleamed with phosphorescence and quickly fell from the rain curtain, quickly covering Joe's body.

The thin mouthparts pierced deeply into Joe's skin, penetrated his flesh and blood, and began to devour his blood and life.

Joe can't move even a little bit anymore.

Dozens, no, now it has increased to more than two hundred black mice that are more than a foot long, and they pounced on Joe, wanting to compete with these weird moths for his flesh and blood.

Joe's eyes are completely dark and his body is completely cold.

In the boundless darkness, the fist sized heat in Qiao's heart only grew fiercer, spinning wildly.

In the darkness, Joe saw two huge bloody eyes.

The blood-colored eyes flickered, and then released the monstrous blood inflammation, replacing the boundless darkness.

War, violence, death, and all the fear and killing, all the sins and evils, all the ominous and unspeakable strange existence...

aloof and remote.

Supreme.

Hold authority.

Being arrogant.

From the great existence of all primordial!

Two blood-colored eyes stared at Joe, and the concepts of ordinary people imperceptible, inaccessible, without the right to know, and absolute isolation surged and roared in the blood.

A voice exploded in Joe's soul.

"In the name of Crimson!"

The cold and stiff Joe suddenly said: "In the name of Crimson."

Joe's heart, a blood light lit up.

Boom.

He has stopped beating his heart for three breathing periods, and suddenly beating violently.

Thousands of moths lying on his body sucking blood, exploded to pieces at the same time.

More than two hundred black mice that rushed towards him were simultaneously wrapped in bloody flames, and then they screamed in horror.

The black shadows wearing the bowler hats and the knights holding the scimitars, their bodies trembled at the same time, and then viscous blood spurted out from the seven orifices.

Joe, who was lying stiff on the ground, suddenly jumped up. A faint blood light was floating on his skin. He closed his eyes and slammed his fist on the dark shadow wearing the bowler hat.

'Boom'!

Just as a pointed iron pierced Joe's chest, his this fist punched through this weird shadow.